The tiny, exquisite world of kids.

As small kids, life seems very easy breezy. Endless small talk. Collecting seashells like there is no tomorrow. Shrieking at the top of your voice. Throwing tantrums. Making sand castles. Dressing up for tea parties. And a lot more fun things to fill up their day.

What is more interesting is, when as a kid you are doing all these things, it never seems as frivolous. Kids are in their own sweet world, which they take rather seriously. They think and approach their problems as if the world would end, if it doesn't happen as they have planned.

Like the other day, my Naughty4 was frantically going through her wooden box which is full of ornaments, bows and colourful ribbons. She was almost in tears. Obviously, she wasnt able to find something important to her. And so I asked her what she was searching for. To which she innocently replied that she had got small colourful stones in her pocket, which she had meticulously collected from the garden and had stored those precious belongings in the wooden ornament box.

It was time for me to be alarmed. Just the day before I was cleaning her wooden box and saw four small, dusty, crooked, ugly looking stones. I was wondering how they got inside the pretty box meant for pretty things. Not aware that my little one had deliberately stored them, I threw them away. To her horror, and my disbelief, I had created a serious error.

The next one hour was major chaos in my house. I realised how important small things can be to kids, which we adults often mistake for as foolish or silly.

Luckily I had not thrown the stones in the trash but had just cleared them from the box. When my little one told me how important it was for her to carry those stones to school so that she could show them to her friends, it dawned on me that if we want to understand our kids better, we need to sometimes be silly too.

If we have adult rules and expect kids to understand and follow them, it wont always happen that way. We have to be a kid again to understand how their minds work. If we want to bridge the gap between adulting and being like a child we need to stop being so correct and prim n proper all the time. Relax and let go so that you can enter the magical world of kids. Cheeers!

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